I Kissed A Man
I kissed my son as he laid suffering
tubes hissing like so many snakes
poised to take his life and breath away.
I stood helpless to help, impotent chief.
A grown man, my son, but a child to me
blonde blue eyed and sad. I cried.
What else could I do? Hero deadbeat dad,
the unclean carnival barker is guilty.
Yes, I kissed a man, a man built by me.
You can do that you know,
kiss your son, your daughter,
your Aunt Jessie and Uncle Conrad.
Will the cops put a bullet in your head
for such racy behavior? Will they?
Cuff and drag you into newspaper headlines?
I kissed a man.